using my tongue, traced a bead of sweat up his neck to his ear lobe. Then I growled into his ear. “Hold on, baby, here we go.” I moved back into position, holding on to his hips as I drove into him hard and fast.
“Fuck, yeah,” he cried out. He pressed his feet into the bed, lifting his hips so that each thrust hit him just right, and I watched as he unraveled beneath me. I’d never seen anything like it, but it was enough to hurl me over the edge, waves of ecstasy rushing over me.
I collapsed on the bed beside him and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him close and contemplated a nap until I heard his stomach growl.
I laughed and said, “We left our lunch sitting on the counter. How about if we go eat it, and then have a lazy afternoon watching bad television?”
“That sounds perfect. For some reason, I’m absolutely ravenous.”
Trey
“So you don’t think she’ll consider calling off the wedding?”
“I don’t think so,” I answered in between bites of Chinese food.
“I can’t believe you aren’t warming that up,” he said, taking his out of the microwave.
“We weren’t upstairs that long. It isn’t cold, it just isn’t hot.”
He rolled his eyes and sat down across from me at the bar. “Do you think maybe she loves him?”
“No, and I don’t say that just because he’s a class A wanker.”
“Wanker?”
“I watch a lot of British television, sue me.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. Now I was trying to answer your question. I don’t think she loves him. I don’t even think she wants to marry him, but it’s what our mother told her was best for her.”
“And your mother has that much influence over her?”
“Over both of us, or she used to anyway. Do you think I chose that college? Or that I want to wear pretentious suits and this”—I wafted my hands around my head—“preppy hair cut? She’s been making our decisions for us since we were babies.”
“I mean, most mothers do that, don’t they? But then teenage years happen, and we become more independent.”
“We didn’t have what you would think of as normal teenage years. Until I left for college, neither of us went to school. Who we interacted with was controlled completely by our mother, which basically meant no one. She homeschooled us with a religion-based curriculum that was extremely old-fashioned. When we were little, it was mostly the same, but as we got older, the teaching was very roles based.”
“What do you mean roles based?” he asked.
“Different roles for the boys and the girls. I mean honestly, it was there all along, it was just more subtle when we were little. Things like what colors we wore, what toys we played with, things like that, but as we got older, it became more a part of the curriculum.”
“You mean like the whole wives submit to your husband’s thing, but taught to you while you were in school?”
“I mean men control your wives. Have you ever heard of complementarianism?”
“No, I don’t think I have.”
“It’s one of those things that sounds harmless on the surface. The idea is that men and women have complementary roles within a marriage, and those roles are defined by the church. They dress it all up real pretty by saying the roles complement each other, which gives the surface impression they’re equal, but they’re anything but. The wife's role is homemaker, wife, and mother. Helpmate. The husband's role is to be the head of the family. They try to say the wife helps make the decisions and has authority in the household, but then they turn around and say the husband has the final say. Which means the wife actually has no say. That’s what they taught us. I was taught how to keep my family in line while my sister was taught how to support her husband.”
“And there was like a class in this or something?”
“Not so much a class, more of an indoctrination. I learned finances. She learned to bake. I was prepped for college while she was prepped for marriage, stuff like that. And there was always this underlying message. You’ll be the man of your household, so you must be strong and in charge. To be a good wife, you need to obey your husband.”
“And Rebecca has never been anywhere else?”
“Nowhere. She was homeschooled, like I said, and she didn’t go to college. No reason for her to, not when the husband my parents picked out has money and